Just last week, I sat at this desk and wrote that there was nothing to write. All was well. What an idiot.
Monday, I went to the vet's office, sans dog, to ask what the procedures are for helping my furry girl onto the next phase. At 13 years old, she's well past her prime for a big dog. Her legs are stiff, she messes in the house, she's gone deaf, and there are days like the ones that lead up to Monday, where she just lays there, not eating, not barking, not even picking up her head, that tell me, it's time. Of course, as usual, she was back to her princess puppy status by Wednesday, so it was more an informational meeting with the vet than an actual appointment but I was nonetheless emotional.
Tuesday, I had a situation at the school where I work with a 3rd grade boy who pushed me so far to brink that I grabbed his arm in a veiled treat to drag him to the main office. Of course, I let go once I realized that I could be sued for doing so, but I agonized over the situation for days after wondering what would come of it. So far, nothing.
Wednesday, I opened my credit card statement to learn that it had been fraudulently charged for an airline ticket on AirAsia. Not surprisingly with the way the week was going, my credit card company said I had to deal with AirAsia, who in turn said I have to deal with my credit card. Needless to say that all the ranting and all the "supervisors" I have spoken with, still have not led to a removal of charges that will soon be accruing interest.
Thursday, I dropped a cherry wood clock onto my foot. The side of my foot looks like a photo of the Earth from space.
Friday, I went for a walk with my super fit friend to clear my head and came back sucking wind like a two pack a day smoker.
Saturday, my father and stepmother came to visit and as usual, my stepmother gave me a rundown of why my opinions are wrong and why she's entitled to her opinion.
Today, I got my period... that's it. That's enough.
So, this sucktastic week finally comes to a close. Can I hope that the bad karma will go with it?
Doubtful. But who knows. Last week at this time, everything was fine.